Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!
Evil isn't an army that besieges a city from outside the walls. It is a native of the city. It…
...scientific theory is a contrived foothold in the chaos of living phenomena.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.